This time, even the heavens want to destroy him, Qin Xiaochuan!
Master, unknown parents, my wife whom I've never met, child, this disciple (child, young master) is incompetent, you'll have to wait till the next life to see me again.
In the final moments of life and death, random thoughts flashed through Qin Xiaochuan's mind.
Unexpectedly, when the dagger was in mid-air, a mass of black energy gathered at the manager's forehead.
Suddenly, the dagger veered off course, originally aimed at Qin Xiaochuan's head, and ended up stabbing into the manager's left hand instead.
"Ouch!"
The manager let out a miserable scream, the dagger pierced through his left palm, and blood poured out continuously.
The guards who were watching the drama on the side were dumbfounded.
What happened to the manager? How did the dagger end up stabbing his own hand?
"Quick, find a doctor."
